They called it the Finder 's Festival, the only day each year that a person was able to find their soulmate. Each village held a festival on this night; wars were set aside and differences forgotten for this one day while people all over the nations sought out the other half of themselves.

Madara had faithfully attended each and every occurrence of the festival since he was first old enough to understand what it was. He could remember toddling between the legs of the adults, hand in hand with his twin, Obito, giggling at the blue light that hovered just over his right shoulder. He remembered that it was only two years after that when Obito had said his own light was moving, rushing ahead. Madara had chased it with him, unable to see it because it wasn 't his own but happy to run with him anyway. At the end of their chase they had found a pretty little girl with purple markings on her cheeks and a smile just for Obito.